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This light
the only one
high up on the mountain
was carried there by the dead.
Don't you remember it?
*
And the marble
so bare
so white
not waiting for the statue.
*
Everything is secret -
the shadow of the stone
the bird's claw
the spool of thread
the chair
the poem.
*
This nausea
is not an illness.
It is an answer.
*
They are beautiful (do you remember them?)
They walked straight.
They saw straight.
They sang.
They held their spears upright
high, high.
They didn't see
there were no flags.
*
In the wild wind
high, high
from the height of the whitest gull -
freedom.
Yannis Ritsos
the only one
high up on the mountain
was carried there by the dead.
Don't you remember it?
*
And the marble
so bare
so white
not waiting for the statue.
*
Everything is secret -
the shadow of the stone
the bird's claw
the spool of thread
the chair
the poem.
*
This nausea
is not an illness.
It is an answer.
*
They are beautiful (do you remember them?)
They walked straight.
They saw straight.
They sang.
They held their spears upright
high, high.
They didn't see
there were no flags.
*
In the wild wind
high, high
from the height of the whitest gull -
freedom.
Yannis Ritsos
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